Staring pointedly at the document before him, Arthur’s brows raised in confusion and suddenly, it melted into realization.
Before him was an annulment of the one-month marriage between him and Claire. Claire was his wife, the woman he fell in love with two years ago. The same woman he proposed to a year ago while struggling to make ends meet.
Slowly, Arthur looked up to meet the gaze of a dark man. Another hefty man was looming over him. They both looked dangerous but Arthur couldn't comprehend what the men had to do with his marriage with Claire.
Before he could say anything, the man in front of him snapped at him in a gruff voice. “Sign that.”
He was pointing at the document with a crooked finger. Arthur followed the direction of his hand before shaking his head vehemently.
“No, why should I?”
Rage bubbled in the man’s eyes. Suddenly, he snorted and yelled again. “Sign that!”
Even though Arthur was scared of his physique, he didn't do as he was told. He was trying to figure out what this was all about. Claire fought with him two nights ago, it was one of those fights he considered minor. The same type of fights they have been having since they got married.
Every fight was based on his inability to meet up with her expensive lifestyle. That was the only thing he disliked about her. She was too materialistic.
Instantly, a blow landed on his jaws, making him stumble backwards. The man behind him also descended on him, throwing him punch after punch.
Arthur couldn’t retaliate. The two men were too strong for him and there was no way he could defeat either of them.
Instead of standing back up on his feet, he covered his face with both arms as both men continued to beat him.
Arthur yelped in pain when something hit his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw trails of blood on the floor and he knew instantly that it was his blood.
Another sharp object hit his jaw and he screamed in pain, his eyes closing shut. The pain ran through him as he winced, wondering what they were doing to him. When he opened his eyes, he realized the pain was coming from his hand.
The bigger man smirked, raising the sharp pointed object in an attempt to pierce his hand. Arthur screamed in fear and embarrassment.
He didn't want to go through such pain.
“Will you sign it or not?” The man shouted, his sticking breath whizzing past Arthur’s nose.
Suddenly, it dawned on Arthur. It was either he signed the annulment and went free or he refused and ended up with a broken nose or broken bones.
He was indecisive about what to do. He loved Claire. He loved her so much. He went through a lot to win her heart, to ask her out on a date and to finally propose. He did all sorts of menial jobs just to ensure she would have her dream wedding.
And now they were finally married. Having Claire as his wife was like a dream come through for him.
Even though he still had some debts to clear from the wedding expenses, he didn't care. His love for her was enough.
“Answer me, you fool!” The man’s loud voice jerked Arthur out of his reverie. His body trembled in fear.
Just before he can voice out his decision, the door is thrown open from outside and Claire comes in with a man behind her.
Their eyes met. For a second, Arthur felt ashamed of being caught in that position by his wife. He knew Claire had no regard for him at all.
When Claire snorted, Arthur jerked upright, remembering what that was all about.
An annulment.
“Babe!” He screamed, hoping for a second that this was all a trick or a dream or a test. Just anything. But definitely not the reality.
But the expression on Claire's face said it all.
“What is…” Arthur is cut short by the action from the man behind. The man grabbed Claire’s ass which made her giggled like a child.
Arthur’s breath hitched.
“Is the document signed?” The man behind Claire demands, dragging her to his side possessively.
The two men who have been beating Arthur up shake their heads and the man exchanged a knowing glance with Claire. With an angry expression, Claire leaves his side and walked up to Arthur on the floor.
“Sign the goddamn paper, Arthur!” Her breath filled his entire face as she leaned towards him, looking upset.
It made Arthur wonder what he must have done to deserve that. Their marriage clocked only a month the week before. This shouldn't be the end when it was only the beginning, Arthur thought to himself.
Claire raised her hand and struck him on the face, rage bubbling within her at his refusal. “I don't love you, you imbecile. The man I love is him”, she pointed at the man behind. He was wearing a grey suit with an expensive suede shoe and a Rolex watch. From his appearance, Arthur already knew he was wealthy.
It made him want to tear up.
“I married you because I thought you had something to offer but obviously you dont. I can't even go out in public and introduce you as my husband with pride, what does that make us both? I figured there would be no need at all to remain married to you so please sign the paper!”
Arthur forced back the tears threatening to fall. “You told me you loved me, Claire. How could you do this to me?”
She chuckled for a while before folding her arms around her bosom, the affection he used to see in her eyes was gone. The only emotion he could detest was nothing but hatred.
“I don't love you. I never did so sign the papers or you will have yourself to blame”, she muttered in a threatening tone.
Graciously, she walked back to the man behind and they hugged each other. Like a loser, Arthur watched them kiss until something hits him on the face again, making him shut his eyes as a loud cry of pain leaves his mouth.
Arthur didn't know what happened or what they just did but he realized he couldn't open his eyes. His eyes were hurting him, they were stinging him like hell and he couldn't help but continue to scream out.
While writhing in pain, someone grabbed his hand and stuck a pen in between his fingers. Forcefully, they made him sign the papers before kicking him in the groins and on the face.
The last thing Arthur heard just before he passed out on the cold floor was the slamming of the door shut.
He figured they were all gone and he was divorced.
Work was the first thing Arthur remembered as soon as he regained consciousness. The cold floor made him shiver, bringing back the memories of what happened a while ago. He came home from work just to rest for two hours before going back for the morning shift when he met those strange men who wanted him to sign an annulment to dissolve the marriage between him and his wife, Claire.At the thought of how he was forcefully made to sign the papers, pain shot through his veins and he shut his eyes, the temptation to scream out his lungs in regret pushing him to the edge.Claire was a traitor, he thought.Claire betrayed him.He loved her. He did everything he could to make her happy. He forgot his ambition, his dreams just for her. Just to please her.Yet she left him. She brought in those strangers to beat him up and force him to sign the divorce papers.Even though he found her act so immature, he couldn't help but wonder why she couldn't ask him for a divorce without the use of coerci
If there was one thing Arthur regretted in his life at the moment, that was crossing paths with Claire and falling head over heels in love with and dating her then marrying her.The only thing he felt was pure hatred for the woman he had thought he would love for a lifetime till death.Before he met her, his regrets were being born to his parents. They abandoned him so he hated them. He had always wished he had different parents, parents who would be proud to have a child like him and show him to the world, not parents like his who were ashamed to show him to the entire world.Now the hatred had been transferred to Claire.As he limped home with his eyes almost closed shut from the stinging pain, a car sped past him making the pond of water on the street of his home splash on his already dirty trousers.He had only changed his shirt this morning while he was in a hurry to get home. He didn't change his pants which he had worn since the day before. Arthur stopped walking, and stared a
All he saw was white.White ceilings. White beddings. White human.His body was weak. His head was banging and his heart was broken. The emotion was enough to remind him that he was still among the living. However, he couldn't explain why the person looking over him looked so white like a fairy.He had a white beard too with white hair.Arthur shut his eyes and opened them right back to see the same man peering at him with curiosity. He closed his eyes again to be sure he wasn't really dead and he wasn't in heaven.“Arthur?” A voice reached out to him, making him flicker his eyes back open. It was the same man but his face wasn't white. His beard and hair were still white but his face wasn't. The old man was smiling down at him like a father would smile at a son who had made him so proud.“Wh…where…am..I?” He was surprised at his voice. It sounded weak and strange to his ears. The memories came rushing; he was beaten, forced to divorce his wife and fired from work. Then he was chas
He had no idea how long he had been asleep. The first thing he saw when he flickered his eyes open was the white beard of the man from earlier.He was peering down at him.He was still there even after Arthur had told him to leave.The guard too was present. Arthur could see him as soon as he turned his face to the side. He was standing outside now but Arthur could see him from the half-transparent door.“I see you are awake, your Father wants to talk to you”, he said eagerly, stretching a phone at him.Arthur glared at the phone for a while before shifting his gaze to the old man.His grand-uncle.Does this mean everything is true? Is that why this man is still here? He asked within him.A part of him wanted to grab the phone and glue it to his ear to hear the voice of the man who birthed him. Another part of him wanted to remain anonymous to the man he had hated all his life.He didn't know what to do. Whether to forgive and accept this new life or refuse to be used.That was what h
He stood before the tall mansion with his mouth agape. He was trying to let the reality of it all sink in deeply.Aside from how mighty it was from the outside, the outer decor was out of the world. It looked like those huge palaces from the Italian Renaissance, reminding him of the study of antiquities which he used to have an interest in.“Your father is waiting, Arthur. Let's go in”, Derrick nudged his arm, flashing him one of his regular smiles.Arthur closed his mouth and nodded in response before trudging behind his granduncle.Arthur was walking carefully, stepping on the ground one at a time until he was at the front door which was thrown open from inside by the butler.The butler, Henrico, bowed to them. “Welcome home, Prince Arthur.”Forgetting for a second that he was the Prince being referred to, he finally closed his agape mouth and nodded at the butler, completely clueless about how to respond.When he turned to his uncle for a clue, the old man just looked away with a b
It was Marianna. The boy-looking woman was also his sister. He was older than her but her physique made him scared. He thought she was the lady of the house.“What the hell are you doing? Arthur is your elder brother.”“So what? We don't know who he is for years and now he makes an appearance. Who knows if he is even an imposter!”“What?!” Diana walked in too standing right beside her sister. Graciela who was seated all along also stood up.“You were here all along yet you allowed him to touch our father? What if he was here to kill him?” Marianna shouted at his sister who jerked backwards in terror.“I am as good as dead. Arthur is my son. Can't you see the resemblance?” The father answered, forcing himself to keep up with the conversation. The three girls were his headache.“You don't look alike, Father. He must be an imposter. We should send him away”, Diana suggested, folding her arms around her bosom. Marianna was still glaring at Arthur.Trying to summon up enough courage, Ar
Claire batted her eyelashes in admiration of her new look. She stared down at her beautiful pink-colored manicured nails too. Then back at the mirror to stare at her half-made hair. She was beautiful and she knew it.Her friend, Cecilia was sitting beside her too. She was getting a pedicure while Claire was having her hair done.Cecilia was the one who introduced Claire to her new man, Mark Hendrick, the owner of the newest mine in town. Everyone considered him to be rich.“Where is Arthur now?” Cecilia decided to bring the topic up to ruin Claire’s mood. To her, Claire was becoming too pompous and full of herself and Cecilia wanted to remind her of her place.Claire scrunched her face up and in denial, muttered. “I don't know who the hell is that.”Cecilia couldn't help but chuckle. She knew there would be no good insisting on talking about him with her. She decided to change the topic. “Mark would barely let you be with this new look of yours.”That was the kind of topic Claire was
Everything happened so fast to Arthur. His situation. His father's funeral. And finally, the reading of the will happening in the large living room of the Craigs.Marianna was sitting on the Golden chair where their father used to sit when he was alive. She seemed to be passing information to everyone including Arthur.She was the first legitimate child of the Craigs. She ought to be the heiress to everything.Arthur was calm. He hadn't fully recovered from the blow of his father's death. He cried for weeks before reality finally kicked in that the man he had just gotten to know was indeed gone, never to be seen again.He was now an orphan just a few days after knowing he wasn't orphaned and his family was alive. He had accepted the bitter-sweet fruit fate had thrown at him.The door opened and the lawyer Arthur met at the funeral two days ago strode in wearing a black suit with a briefcase dangling beside him.Everyone adjusted in their seats in anticipation except Arthur. He was le